A semi-humorous conversation I had with Linda yesterday on our smoke break.
Linda (gesturing toward the road down below the hill): What are they doing down there? (a van with flashing lights sits parked, men in white uniforms are collecting trash from the ditches along the highway) Hunting Easter eggs?
Linda: It's nice that prison inmates pick up our garbage for us.
Jeff: They don't let, like, axe-murderers out to do such things. Do they?
Linda: God, I should hope not. Oh. Chris [the administrator of our facility] spoke to me. I was walking downstairs and I ran into him and he said, "Good morning, Linda!" I kind of mumbled, "Hi, Chris." He's thrilled that I'm leaving. I probably made his day.
Jeff: Or his two weeks.
Linda: He's just such a strange guy. He's got the personality of a...
(They both laugh)
Linda: Okay. Yeah. I can see that.